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Post by lissamarie on Jan 30, 2008 13:30:18 GMT -5
The stretch of day was finally ending, the sun slowly head down into the horizon slowly, leaving cascades of light to flutter into the sky line marking the sky with vibrant purples and pinks with bits of soft blue. The moon had already made an entrance, beaming high above the city and it's limits.
Watching all of this occur was Lissa, she sat her legs coiled under her with a heavy cloak covering her form. She sat in a small car, in a large junk yard. After her hunt, she realized she had no time to get home in time before the sun rose. So she found the small dark red honda to rest in, her hunt had failed leaving her veins itching terribly.
With a strong small arm, she rubbed the aching flesh swearing against her dark curse. More importantly she couldn't hunt for werewolves and herself in one night. Slowly she rose, her violet purple optics finding the spot where the sun had fallen into the horizen. Biting her tongue, she felt the trickle of blood that ran into her mouth, causing her canines to appear. With a careful movement she shrugged off her cloak, then jumped the gate between her and the alleys. Her nose caught many scents, but her ears could tell everything was far from her touch.
She fell gracifully from the gate, landing with a slight mumble. She was rather grumpy tonight, however she started up the alley ways, her heels clicking at the rough surface benealth. |
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Post by rettop on Jan 30, 2008 13:53:43 GMT -5
Wandering in deserted alleyways, where lanky cats with matted fur coats covered in soot, dirt, and lice, Giselle thought quietly to herself.
Her thoughts trickled back to Aidan. Her ex-boyfriend... her boyfriend that turned her... her boyfriend that she murdered. How could she not have seen the signs? Was she that foolish, so desperate to find love? His narrow face with threatening black hair that fell to his shoulders still haunted her sight. She could swear that she still catches glimpses of him, his phantom watching her. But the moment she would try to focus, the sensation was gone. The shadows emerged, the foliage would confess their trickery, a scraggly cat would step forth.
Drawing her attention back to reality, Giselle could hear footsteps moving towards her in sharp click rhythm. There was nowhere to dart and hide for the passerby to continue on, Giselle remained where she was and waited for the person to draw nearer.
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Post by lissamarie on Jan 30, 2008 17:19:58 GMT -5
She was rather silent besides her clicking that moved across the concrete, her thoughts managed to transfix her from her inner most darkest of thoughts. Crossing along the alley way, she heard the thickness of breathe. Her violet optics widen with curiousity, as a mew followed the sounds. She walked closer toward the breaths, her voice almost shaky. "Hello, who is there? You might as well show yourself..I can hear you breathing..." The tapping of her heels stopped, as she glanced over catching sight of a young girl. She smelt of vampire, but they were in a vampire alley so one shouldn't judge.
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Post by rettop on Jan 30, 2008 20:02:21 GMT -5
Noticing the slight hint of fear in the other person's voice, she stepped closer, and out of the shadows. Giselle examined the young lady before her. She was no threat. "No need to be scared," she cooed. "I was just passing by." She drew out a cigarette, and lit it carefully. The smoke slithered its way upwards between the two of them, clouding one another's appearance in an eerie sort of way. "You lost?"
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Post by lissamarie on Feb 1, 2008 21:54:33 GMT -5
Lissa smiled something dark almost like a wolf's snarl, her white teeth gleaming almost like the moon beams that hung heavy in the sky. Her purple optics transfixed on the woman, she appeared no older then herself in appearance but years in this world was hard to tell. She wrapped her power into her body, not wishing to expand her enemies by {showing off her powers} She merely always forgot about the vibrations that all vampires gave off. She tilted her head, sheer power filled her soul along with despair and sadness an extreme loneiness that rocked to her core. 200 years without her dear Vincent had tooken it's toll on her. However she survived, making it past the years with tid-bits of trouble now and again. "I never said I was afraid, I only asked who stood before me ever so silent." A defient tone slipped from her lush fragile lips, her french mix of brooklyn accent ever present.
Her small hand rose to her cheek, her head tilted as to lean onto her hand. Her optics softened, as she glanced Giselle up and down. And no...I'm not lost. Far from home perhaps, but however not lost." She leaned into a wall gently, her optics flickering back down to the feline at Giselle's feet. A long brush fluttering lashes brushed gently over her optics. She glanced at the sky, her smile disappearing as the itch cut at her veins like a whip. "Ah, you are of vampire are you not? How long have you walked this earth, vampiress?" Her voice was soft black velvet, that seemed to wrap like silk. Her small hand rose, her nails pushing into her flesh to push out her itch for a little more time. She was interested in this vampiress she had some kind of air to her. Lissa was intent on finding out what was so appealing.
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